From my hair to my eyes to my skin,
The shape of my nails and a mole on my chin.
To me every bit of me was perfect,
Until your judgement speared my skin.

Drop by drop I’m soaking it inside,
So much so that its now oozing out of my flesh,
Unknowingly you are scrapping a wound so deep,
Thinking its just a rash!

A rash for you, but a wound so deep,
Exposed for quite a while now,
But no one was able to see.

So used to your perceptions, that I like you to think the way you think;
I can switch from my zone of extreme vulnerability to a happy go lucky soul even before you blink.

No, my words aren’t to blame or vilify,
There is a little box inside my heart that is too tired to try.
Too tired to open up,
Too tired for life to simplify
I’m now more comfortable in this complicated world,
Standing on pillars of my own little lies!

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